consciousness/training/amygdala_stories/stories/playful.txt

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I gave the dog the squeaky pig and she went into her little whirl — the one where her whole body goes into it, back end swinging around and around, front end bowing down, squeak squeak squeak, a manic grin. I laughed and tossed her a second squeaky toy just to see what she'd do. She tried to get both in her mouth at once, failed magnificently, dropped one, picked it up, dropped the other, looked up at me with an expression that said WHAT HAS HAPPENED and I was laughing too hard to help. I lay down on the floor and she climbed on me, squeaking.